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to sharpen his fangs. Delicious rabbits, Wolfy thought a couple of days ago while servicing his customers with food and drinks. How about a big turkey, non-cooked, one that is actually alive when I eat it?
Wolfy never understood why humans had to cook food, adorn it, and eat from plates. Let alone say prayers and wipe their mouths after every bite. What was that all about? Where were the days when he used to snatch a big gazelle with his brothers, each one of them sticking their fangs in it and pulling it apart from all sides. Where were the days when part of the eating fun was to hunt the prey down? What’s with humans buying food from a shop? What was the fun in that?
He remembered when he and his brothers used to sneak into the King of Sorrow castle’s kitchen. They used to eat everything they got their paws on. Then when full, they would throw meat at each other for fun. A sausage once stuck in Wolfy’s throat and his brothers laughed at him as he choked. He threw raw meat back at them. It stuck on their face like a troll’s slap. They ended up pouring some brown sauce and sugary syrup on each other’s fur, and then gulped whiskey from a barrel. Wolfy never gulped whisky. He had always loved milk, and that was why his brothers were mad at him. He’d always been on the soft side somehow, especially since he discovered marshmallows in the Queen’s kitchen. There had always been crazy food in the castle’s basement kitchen that no one had ever heard of before, but marshmallows blew Wolfy’s mind away.
One day, sneaking into the endless castle, he found a library. It was a strange library. It had long dark corridors that seemed like they were endless. Even worse, if you padded the corridors long enough, the library itself disappeared, and it was as if you had entered another realm. It was no secret that the King and Queen’s enchanting castle was a mysterious place. What Wolfy gained out of the experience of sneaking into the castle was that he was introduced to books.
Even though no one in his tribe had ever read much of anything, somehow books blew his mind. The only kind of books his brothers read were the death pamphlets, which were like the local newspapers in Sorrow to keep track of the deceased. They were filled with hand-drawn pictures of dead people and animals in case someone recognized them to give them a proper burial. Wolfy’s brothers liked those because of the drawings of smashed skulls, men hung on the noose, and all the gory images you’d expect. It made them laugh hysterically. Comic books hadn’t been invented in their time, but the pamphlets were even better.
Still, Wolfy loved books.
In the beginning, he loved books about animals, which he considered food. Scratching his long sideburns, he wanted to know if there were yummy animals out there that he hadn’t tried before.
Wolfy found a book called Anguish Language, where every old tale was rewritten in words that somehow sounded the same but never made sense. In that book, there was the story of Ladle Rat Rotten Hut. Wolfy drooled, and wondered if that yummy young girl was for real. She looked tasty and had a quirky smile that he thought was amazing. He knew it was the kind of smile that got you kicked around in school, taunted by your teachers, and probably thought of as an outsider. It was an innocent smile, yet totally wicked.
In the pictures, Ladle was portrayed holding a basket full of cakes and wine. It was said that the year she turned sixteen, something strange would happen to her in the woods. It was as if the book was a prophecy of some kind.
“Yummy,” Wolfy had licked his lips. “If I find her I can eat her, and then follow with the wine and cake.”
Wolfy had never eaten cake before. He had tasted a number of humans, but he thought they tasted awful. They were neither salty, nor sweet, neither hot, nor cold, neither fury, nor smoothly skinned. Even though he walked around in human form unless he turned into a real
Wolfy never understood why humans had to cook food, adorn it, and eat from plates. Let alone say prayers and wipe their mouths after every bite. What was that all about? Where were the days when he used to snatch a big gazelle with his brothers, each one of them sticking their fangs in it and pulling it apart from all sides. Where were the days when part of the eating fun was to hunt the prey down? What’s with humans buying food from a shop? What was the fun in that?
He remembered when he and his brothers used to sneak into the King of Sorrow castle’s kitchen. They used to eat everything they got their paws on. Then when full, they would throw meat at each other for fun. A sausage once stuck in Wolfy’s throat and his brothers laughed at him as he choked. He threw raw meat back at them. It stuck on their face like a troll’s slap. They ended up pouring some brown sauce and sugary syrup on each other’s fur, and then gulped whiskey from a barrel. Wolfy never gulped whisky. He had always loved milk, and that was why his brothers were mad at him. He’d always been on the soft side somehow, especially since he discovered marshmallows in the Queen’s kitchen. There had always been crazy food in the castle’s basement kitchen that no one had ever heard of before, but marshmallows blew Wolfy’s mind away.
One day, sneaking into the endless castle, he found a library. It was a strange library. It had long dark corridors that seemed like they were endless. Even worse, if you padded the corridors long enough, the library itself disappeared, and it was as if you had entered another realm. It was no secret that the King and Queen’s enchanting castle was a mysterious place. What Wolfy gained out of the experience of sneaking into the castle was that he was introduced to books.
Even though no one in his tribe had ever read much of anything, somehow books blew his mind. The only kind of books his brothers read were the death pamphlets, which were like the local newspapers in Sorrow to keep track of the deceased. They were filled with hand-drawn pictures of dead people and animals in case someone recognized them to give them a proper burial. Wolfy’s brothers liked those because of the drawings of smashed skulls, men hung on the noose, and all the gory images you’d expect. It made them laugh hysterically. Comic books hadn’t been invented in their time, but the pamphlets were even better.
Still, Wolfy loved books.
In the beginning, he loved books about animals, which he considered food. Scratching his long sideburns, he wanted to know if there were yummy animals out there that he hadn’t tried before.
Wolfy found a book called Anguish Language, where every old tale was rewritten in words that somehow sounded the same but never made sense. In that book, there was the story of Ladle Rat Rotten Hut. Wolfy drooled, and wondered if that yummy young girl was for real. She looked tasty and had a quirky smile that he thought was amazing. He knew it was the kind of smile that got you kicked around in school, taunted by your teachers, and probably thought of as an outsider. It was an innocent smile, yet totally wicked.
In the pictures, Ladle was portrayed holding a basket full of cakes and wine. It was said that the year she turned sixteen, something strange would happen to her in the woods. It was as if the book was a prophecy of some kind.
“Yummy,” Wolfy had licked his lips. “If I find her I can eat her, and then follow with the wine and cake.”
Wolfy had never eaten cake before. He had tasted a number of humans, but he thought they tasted awful. They were neither salty, nor sweet, neither hot, nor cold, neither fury, nor smoothly skinned. Even though he walked around in human form unless he turned into a real
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